Eyes to the screen, fingers poised on the keyboard, my internal remonstration becomes a mantra. “hush now damned uberhorn, you’re in the office, it’s not appropriate, hush now….”

Desperately trying to focus on the work at hand and not the throbbing cunt under my desk I mumble out loud “case number 242286…..referral date….”. willing my hands to hitthe keys and not be distracted, surprised to find one creeping between my legs, smug at my insistence at a workstation in the corner of the open plan office.

Determined to be the master of my thoughts, to own them, I study the case details, nudging out and ignoring the pleas of my pussy, the repeating reminder, the cunt driven noise that tells me “There’s a room upstairs we can go to, you can lock the door you know….”

There’s 45 minutes before home time. I can wait. Right?

“No one will catch you…..or maybe they will…..” damn, that diabolical idea didn’t help. The prospect of being heard, being discovered, caught in the act, is appealing to my exhibitionism. Can they tell I’m turned on now? My breathing catches up with my pussy, feels heavy and wet, lips parting. I flush as my nipples harden beneath my shirt.

How did my hand get under my skirt, toying with the tops of my stockings? My fingers are so close, fingertips just barely touching, one subtle movement and I will actually be wanking at my desk, fuck I’m a filthy girl.

A furtive sweeping glance reassures me that attention is elsewhere, colleagues engaged in telephone calls, locked into their screens. Their presence, despite distractions, is enough to make this action so obscene that I can’t resist.

The draw of the first aid room and its privacy is outweighed by the indecency of doing it right here, with soundtrack of office drone, people about their busy work and the risk of discovery. Debasing this respectable corporate space with my deviant behaviour is so wrong, which makes it hotter; hot which makes it so wrong.

Knowing my straight-laced colleagues would be appalled if only they could see my knickers pushed to one side, fingers gently stroking my pussy; if they had any inkling of my internalised battle to keep a neutral expression, at odds with my excitement.

Or would they?

Surveying the scene I wonder how many of them notice my stocking flashes as I walk up the stairs, thinking of me later in perverse fantasies of workplace deviance? Which of them would be secretly thrilled by what naughty girl I’m being right now? I imagine them touching themselves too as I slide one finger inside, thumb circling on my clit. I imagine them equally turned on as I move rhymically, careful to make the movements small, unnoticeable, subtle.

I can feel the build, mind and pussy linked as one leads on the other. I flex my thighs, pulsing, rocking against my hand, grinding the fabric of my sodden knickers against my labia. Focussing on keeping my breathing even and face calm, giving no indication of the indecency between my legs.

I’m submerged in the fear of being caught, all too aware how that very fear is turning me on, driving me towards orgasm. I am desperate; desperate both to stop and desperate to carry on; I am a contradiction.

I’m certain my resolve is lost as I am gripped by orgasm, relieved when it comes gently, a quiet, breathless release. Holding my hand still in place I squeeze, feeling the muscles pulse inside me, rolling my hips in time with the waves of pleasure.

Endorphins flushing through me I can’t help but smile. Beaming like a loon at my desk, wagging my tail in contentment. Checking I’ve attracted no attention I discreetly suck my finger, slick with my own juices. Amazed at how the office continues in its monotony, unaware of my thrill over what I just got away with. Oblivious to my delinquent achievement. Unaware of my successful surreptitious work wank.

I sometimes feel the calling of my pussy at work… but, I turn the volume down and keep telling myself that I will be leaving soon. Sometimes, it starts pulsating so much that it hurts, but I fight it. Plus, I would rather wait until my boyfriend can assist me… BUT, I enjoyed your descriptions, as I am at work right now, it made me pulsate and really want to be at home with my 2 double sided fun rods and have my boyfriend walk through the door as I am in the middle of it! Thank you for your stories.